I Forgot My Phone By Bob Mason

My poetry emerges from questions I've been thinking about, struggles I'm engaged in, or some special way in which Divine hope has overtaken me. This poem is titled, "I Forgot My Phone."

I cannot explain the feeling
    of utter lostness
    --so cut off
    --so unreachable

    bereft of connection
        after connection
            after connection.

I was as if stranded
    on the proverbial deserted isle,

all alone with nothing but
    brilliant sunshine,
        cooling breezes,
            soft warm sand,

    and quietness,

    interrupted only by
        that slurping sound I make
        over juicy pineapples.

Bob Mason writes from northern California. All rights reserved © 2012 VisitInSpire.org. Click here for content usage information.